by Edward Lee
At the window, Frank nodded in approval.
Minutes later, the agents inside had all left. Tomorrow night more would come, and more the night after that and the night after that, until all of the Shining Trapezohedrons had been dispensed. Then off each agent would go, plane tickets in hand, to their specified target cities. It would not be much longer before Nyarlathotep’s message had been delivered, all in the glory of Yog-Sothoth.
Frank eyed Sonia and her robust breasts, her great white belly, the abundant pubic plot, and when he did so, the puffy turd-like lips on his forehead turned up into a smile.
Ah, yes.
Frank decided that once all the crystals were out of the cow, he’d be knocking her up again just for the hell of it.
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